We have been fortunate to either live near a beach or able to visit some beautiful beaches over the years. There is something fascinating about the ocean, the waves, and the sand. Last year on our road trip round Spain, we took a side trip to Monte Gordo Portugal for lunch.
We drove along what is the Portuguese Riviera and pulled into an uncrowded parking lot. A few steps away was a long boardwalk in the sand that went halfway out the beach to a "T". The boardwalk then went right or left with cabanas and restaurants dotting it.
At a bright, clean and busy place we sat down to have beverages and lunch. A nice young man who spoke English took our order. (Likely this is a place where the British go for sun.) We could sit in the shade of the awning and watch a few people walking on the beach and now and then running into the Atlantic Ocean.
There and then, we pledged to go back to Portugal. We have heard folks talk of Lisbon and the various villages and if Monte Gordo is any indication, it is a place for us.
In Spanish (and Portuguese) "Monte Gordo" means, I think, "Fat Hill". It must mean something else or refer to something we did not see. No fat. Not much of a hill.
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